Casualties
The pages
Were kind to me tonight
At first
They went far too slow
But then
They picked up their paces
Like soldiers marching
To battle
As it draws ever closer
With hopes and dreams
Filled with aspiration
Only to be mowed down
By the ratta tat tat
Of my fingers
Forcing them to lay still
Be lifeless
Serving as a memory
Of the things we've lost
And very rarely
Gained
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No Lifeguard on Duty
PoetryThis is a collection of my life, my thoughts, and my perception of everything around me. I won't claim that my documentation of how I think or perceive things around me is accurate. It is however the most accurate form of how I can express who I am...
